- Jul 19, 2017
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To pour in some more "joy".
My own first childhood love was too celestial for me to think of as a human being for half of my school years and I couldn't even find courage in me to confess my feeling to her, just sliped a love letter into her bag when she wasn't around and had a talk with her afterwards for the first time with her telling me that she already had so heavily expected for me boyfriend of hers at the time which was a few days before her finishing school. We never spoke again after that. I was depressed for quite a time. But I sucked it up.
When I entered university I fell in love again with the first girl in my class that talked to me the most. Needless to say there was 2 guys in my class including me and soon I was only one left among about 30 girls but I was a typical "gentleman in my heart"-aka fierce and holy fapper believing in pure platonic love(shit). So after that. I stayed true to my methods and made a lame confession via social media (but I much quicker that time (took me almost a week or so after my new founded "beloved")) but I was too late again because a couple of days earlier she was asked out by some other than me knight in shining armour for a date, which she piously accepted as it read on my destined gravestone with someone's jizz leaked from her holy graal after the sacred ritual. As far as the bible goes I went into heaven called fzone. Took me about half of my university study shining in bliss of golden piss as it follows with all the benefits. Eventually I lost feeling for her and to an extent for people in general. I don't really give a fuck about her now but we can have a mutual phone call once in a while (she's one of the few people that understands the benefits of being alone and respects that). My experience wrecked me in the head a bit but I'm still nice, polite and friendly enough for anyone until we get to know each other and form bonds, then I can be me and severe them for getting any extra social interaction than I can handle. So I'm still a happy virgin till this very day and I'm kinda not planning to change anything about that cause I find porn is my lifestyle without me actually taking part in the whole process except being a devoted observer. I sometimes get romantic and shit but that ends quickly.
If anyone bothered to read my cool story I express you my grattitude, if not, well you kinda saved yourself some time in your life which is good too.
As for the story I liked the first episode and could relate to it. The second episodemade me lose my interest in it. It's turned into shit but the arts are a good fap though.
My own first childhood love was too celestial for me to think of as a human being for half of my school years and I couldn't even find courage in me to confess my feeling to her, just sliped a love letter into her bag when she wasn't around and had a talk with her afterwards for the first time with her telling me that she already had so heavily expected for me boyfriend of hers at the time which was a few days before her finishing school. We never spoke again after that. I was depressed for quite a time. But I sucked it up.
When I entered university I fell in love again with the first girl in my class that talked to me the most. Needless to say there was 2 guys in my class including me and soon I was only one left among about 30 girls but I was a typical "gentleman in my heart"-aka fierce and holy fapper believing in pure platonic love(shit). So after that. I stayed true to my methods and made a lame confession via social media (but I much quicker that time (took me almost a week or so after my new founded "beloved")) but I was too late again because a couple of days earlier she was asked out by some other than me knight in shining armour for a date, which she piously accepted as it read on my destined gravestone with someone's jizz leaked from her holy graal after the sacred ritual. As far as the bible goes I went into heaven called fzone. Took me about half of my university study shining in bliss of golden piss as it follows with all the benefits. Eventually I lost feeling for her and to an extent for people in general. I don't really give a fuck about her now but we can have a mutual phone call once in a while (she's one of the few people that understands the benefits of being alone and respects that). My experience wrecked me in the head a bit but I'm still nice, polite and friendly enough for anyone until we get to know each other and form bonds, then I can be me and severe them for getting any extra social interaction than I can handle. So I'm still a happy virgin till this very day and I'm kinda not planning to change anything about that cause I find porn is my lifestyle without me actually taking part in the whole process except being a devoted observer. I sometimes get romantic and shit but that ends quickly.
If anyone bothered to read my cool story I express you my grattitude, if not, well you kinda saved yourself some time in your life which is good too.
As for the story I liked the first episode and could relate to it. The second episodemade me lose my interest in it. It's turned into shit but the arts are a good fap though.
